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Dec. 31st, 2008 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWork has once again heartily tested my patience and belief in humanity. That is all I will say on the matter.
It's New Year's Eve, the last day of a generally shitty year for me and far too many of my friends. I hope 2009 treats us all in a way that is much more kind and the world sorts itself out a bit.
I've been thinking in terms of resolutions, which I never write down. But, well, I think I will now. So, my resolutions for the new year:
1. Get a job. A job that doesn't involve bodily fluids or hopefully face-to-face direct customer interaction. Possibly with some sort of exciting public body. WHO KNOWS YET.
2. On that note, I need at least a 2.i on my degree. I reckon I can do this, I just need to put the work in for another six months.
3. This involves handing in my dissertation on time. Given I have about ten days to do this, it's a resolution I can make or break nice and early on.
4. Sort out my appearence. I make this resolution every year, and lastyear I partially succeeded. Standards have, however, recently slipped. I need to get my hair cut, get it dyed, and I want to get my navel done again. Unfortunately, since I am going back into the real world I also need to take out most of my visible piercings. I think it'll just be mostly the weirder ear ones, but still. I WILL find the courage to actually take out some of the metal in my face.
4. Exercise more. I am a bit wobbly. I don't want to lose weight because I'm fine as I am, but I haven't done any regular exercise for over a year and that's a bit awful for someone who used to do a fair few hours of dance a week.
5. Be happier in the moment. Just... say yes, and go out, and not worry about other stuff. Just get on with things. You know? I've been more than a bit mopey at times this year, feeling as though the carpet's been pulled under my feet repeatedly; my finances have gone down the tube, job prospects are now a lot more rubbish than they already were with an arts degree, I had an idea of my future and now it's all gone... I need to stop concentrating on that, and be happy that yes, I have six months left of this life and then a potentially wonderful new incarnation of non-university Colleen afterwards.
But all that's a bit serious, and I need to do a few hours on my dissertation before I can do anything else, so here's an icon of Richard Armitage half-naked. Now THAT'S happiness in the moment.
It's New Year's Eve, the last day of a generally shitty year for me and far too many of my friends. I hope 2009 treats us all in a way that is much more kind and the world sorts itself out a bit.
I've been thinking in terms of resolutions, which I never write down. But, well, I think I will now. So, my resolutions for the new year:
1. Get a job. A job that doesn't involve bodily fluids or hopefully face-to-face direct customer interaction. Possibly with some sort of exciting public body. WHO KNOWS YET.
2. On that note, I need at least a 2.i on my degree. I reckon I can do this, I just need to put the work in for another six months.
3. This involves handing in my dissertation on time. Given I have about ten days to do this, it's a resolution I can make or break nice and early on.
4. Sort out my appearence. I make this resolution every year, and lastyear I partially succeeded. Standards have, however, recently slipped. I need to get my hair cut, get it dyed, and I want to get my navel done again. Unfortunately, since I am going back into the real world I also need to take out most of my visible piercings. I think it'll just be mostly the weirder ear ones, but still. I WILL find the courage to actually take out some of the metal in my face.
4. Exercise more. I am a bit wobbly. I don't want to lose weight because I'm fine as I am, but I haven't done any regular exercise for over a year and that's a bit awful for someone who used to do a fair few hours of dance a week.
5. Be happier in the moment. Just... say yes, and go out, and not worry about other stuff. Just get on with things. You know? I've been more than a bit mopey at times this year, feeling as though the carpet's been pulled under my feet repeatedly; my finances have gone down the tube, job prospects are now a lot more rubbish than they already were with an arts degree, I had an idea of my future and now it's all gone... I need to stop concentrating on that, and be happy that yes, I have six months left of this life and then a potentially wonderful new incarnation of non-university Colleen afterwards.
But all that's a bit serious, and I need to do a few hours on my dissertation before I can do anything else, so here's an icon of Richard Armitage half-naked. Now THAT'S happiness in the moment.
